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Topic: Pollination Appreciation [Complete] (Read 5094 times)

Wait. What? Ice-heal? Panic attack? "Ok, one of you is going to fill me in on just what happened in your initiation. Sounds way more interesting than mine, to be sure." Jocelyn, meanwhile, looked shamed. "I'm sorry I couldn't do better, I don't have perfect mastery over my Semblance yet..." She looked sad enough that her brother crossed the room to pat her on the back. "Don't worry, I was running into trees the first couple times I used my own. You'll be able to control it in no time, I'm sure."

An eyebrow is raised at the speed of Prism's food consumption, though he knows it's not polite to pry into others' personal habits. "It's a little more complicated than it sounds--probably easier if I just grab my gear and show you." For the second time, he activates his Semblance, though this time he stays in the room, allowing both Prism and Jocelyn to see the pink-red glow that permeates his body before disappearing. When he returns, he's got a shield on each shoulder, the right one larger than the left. In his hand is a blue and green sword, the light gleaming off its surface.

Prism blinks as Jocelyn apologizes. "You realize you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, right? We're still young and in training, it's not like you aren't still learning. Also, don't forget that I accidentally created hurricane-grade winds without meaning to, that nearly cost us the mission. Your participation in the field was invaluable, and there's no way we wouldn't have lasted as long as we did without it. So please, don't apologize." Prism seems remarkably unabashed by giving such praises, only blinking again in surprise as Setsuna disappears and reappeared with a shit ton of weapons. Glancing to the sword - huh, shiny - Prism looked back to the elder Antiqua.

"Okay, the abbreviated version of our initiation, plus highlights: regular Beowolves and Ursa 'till a Beringal came out of the forest, grabbed a tree, and promptly tried to meteor-smash your sister over there. I was in the air at the time, so thankfully managed to dive and swoop her out of the way before the worst hit. Blah-blah-blah, more various waves of Grimm. I accidentally had my semblance set off to it's fullest power via a... thing, and my semblance at full power is hurricane-grade winds. For a full five seconds. I got slammed out of the air, I think Jocelyn got flung into a tree? Anyways, by the time I made my way back to the team, I promptly had a panic attack which Josie figuratively kicked in the balls via kind hugs and this cool healing thing involving a Ice dust crystal. She then passed out, a buncha big baddies showed up, and then after some more fighting and another panic attack we finished up."

Looking on unperturbed as she tells the story, Prism gestures to Setsuna with her nearly-empty drink can. "So, wanna explain how that works? Because that's like, the most neon-bright sword I've ever seen. Out of an anime or something - uh, no offense."

The words of praise brings another flush to Jocelyn's cheeks, and she looks away bashfully while Prism recounts the story of their initiation and Setsuna listens intently, clearly intrigued. "Wow. If only we had someone with the same healing skills before. We could have saved Taro..." he muttered, sadness coming to his face as he thought of his teammate, still comatose in the medical ward.

Also, that wasn't common. The two girls were praising each other so much they seemed almost on the verge of flirting. Or was it common? Was this what girls did in their free time? Anyway..."What's an anime?" he asked, confused. "And it's a sword? The most basic weapon for swish-swish-stab? Although..." The extra bits on the left shield broke off and reattached themselves to the sword, extending the length twicefold. "...and don't make any jokes about compensating for something."

He gestured with his free hand, firstly toward Jocelyn's rifle, lying in an open case on the floor, than at Prism. "I see you're using Mother's old rifle sis, but what about you Prism? What weapon do you use?" he said.

There's a brief look of confusion and slight concern on Prism's face as he mentions saving a teammate, but it's wiped off with a snort and as he jokes about his sword and compensating for something. "I mean I wasn't going to, but if you point it out like that all the time you're going to leave people wondering, just saying."

In response to his own question, Prism perks up a bit - standing up to reach for Hawk's eye on the shelf above her bed. Encountering a small problem, she lets out a sigh of frustration before stepping up onto the bed, needing the extra boost of height to nab her rifle. " I'm a sniper like your sister, interestingly enough - not sure what they were thinking about balance when they teamed us together. This is Hawksy - or uh, this is Hawk's Eye." Turning around, she steps down from the bed and pulls a latch, the barrel of the rifle extending while the body unpacks itself. "Internalized scope that I can pop in and out, automatic biped - all the amenities of a normal rifle, built in. She's accurate up to 800 meters, but I can usually hit 1500 with a good amount of regularity - my personal record is like... 1743, if I remember correctly. Given, that's in a training range with no wind and stabilized." Shifting the lever a third time, the weapon shifts again - the barrel extends severely, while the body changes shape to form that of a blade. "Handy secondary form, too, in case I need to get up-close and personal. I'm not as good at melee combat as I am at shooting, but I get by fine when fighting Grimm."

Plopping back onto the bed again, Prism turns her attention back to the siblings. "Despite having like, two snipers, the team balance works out surprisingly well, since Josie focuses on healing primarily. If she'll let me help her with her aim a bit though, swapping in-and-out of cover fire for Amane and Coco will work well, or in case I need to dive in to give a hand." The last comment is offered in Jocelyn's direction with a grin, before her attention shifts once again. "This makes me curious though - who trained you two? I know Josie's a fresh entry into Beacon at least, so I know you two weren't together."

Jocelyn giggled at Prism's small...height problem, placing the bundle of hyacinths into the vase on the windowsill, while Setsuna seemed impressed by the workmanship of the weapon. "I built my own weapons, and while I'm not incredibly experienced in that field, I can tell whoever built your rifle must have put lots of effort into it." he said, praising the quality of the build. "Just pre-empting the question, is all."

"What's your team like, Setsuna?" Jocelyn queried, curious to learn about other teams in Beacon. Setsuna, however, simply groaned. "We're worse-balanced than your team, Prism--we have three skirmishers with identical Semblances, and the last member's a blind girl who's Semblance is sight. What's more, we have little to no ranged capabilities, unless you count sharpened chains and shotguns." Even so, he smiled fondly. "But no matter what, it is still my team, and I would not hesitate to put myself in harm's way for them."

Jocelyn took the initiative to respond to Prism's question. "My brother was trained first by our father, then continued his education in Beacon. I was trained by our mother, both in the art of fighting and healing. She was a Atlesian medic before she retired, and Signal doesn't offer much about medical courses, so I was home-schooled, in a way." She looked at Setsuna to confirm what she said was true, and he nodded. "What about you, Prism? Did you enter a training academy?"

"I heard that giggle Josie, just wait 'till I move all your shelves six inches higher." She offers the girl a smile, before turning it back to Setsuna as he complimented her weapon. She winces in sympathy as he explains his team, but nods along to his last point. "I know what you mean. I'd do the same for mine anyday." Again, she offers a nod in Jocelyn's direction.

Her face is interested as Jocelyn explains her and Setsuna's background education, but gives what looks like a light wince when Jocelyn asks about her own past. Right, she probably should've expected that. "My dad was the one who made Hawk's Eye. And no actually, I'm entirely self-taught - well, kinda. Dad taught me the basics in hand-to-hand, pitted me up against my sisters - I was the runt of triplets, so had to learn to use my size to my advantage. But I ended up in Vale's fostercare system around twelve, and it's not like I had the money to attend Signal. But I had Hawk's Eye, and the internet, so I just studied and practiced all the time to learn real combat. I taught myself to shoot though, and everything I know about Aura and my semblance, so I've got that much. Worked two jobs, excelled in academics, and well - I'm here aren't I?" She offers the explanation with a casual shrug in the end and a grin that's maybe just a bit forced.

Both Jocelyn and Setsuna instantly notice the wince, no matter the obscurity, as well as the uncomfortable grin, and recognise this as a topic that's more than a bit touchy for her. "There's no doubt you've proven you're more than capable of being at Beacon, Prism--" Jocelyn begins before the ringing of a scroll interrupts whatever she was going to say. Looking apologetic, Setsuna pulls out the offending device and holds it up to his ear.

"Calen did WHAT?" he shouted into the receiver, before sighing. "I'll be right there." he says, before hanging up. "More teammate shenanigans, I'm afraid," his smile one of helplessness. "Got to go, but it was really nice meeting you, Prism! Do keep an eye on my sister for me, please." before flashing red and disappearing from the vicinity of the room.

Once her brother's gone, Jocelyn too lets out a sigh. "I'm so, so sorry for his behaviour, Prism--sometimes he's too protective of me..." She looked both down and embarrassed, a sudden change from moments ago.

Prism snorts as Setsuna shouts into his phone, giving a hopefully-unnoticed sigh of relief as the subject's rapidly changed. "Calen, huh? i lost a bet to that guy once. Good luck with him, and promise I will." Prism mock-salutes Setsuna before he zips off, before switching her rifle back to it's stationary form and climbing onto her bed to slide it onto the shelf again. She plops back down to sit then, before turning to address Jocelyn's concern.

"I didn't get punched or stabbed, and he apologized immediately afterwards. It's no worry, okay? Hell, that protective attitude might be useful - we can sick him on Coconut in case he tries anything." The hummingbird faunus is joking, but sounds a tad tired - laying back on the bed behind her and raising her arms overhead to stretch with a small noise. Noticeably, it's enough to make her shirt ride up a tad - a flash of a taunt stomach and pale skin that she doesn't seem bothered to pull back down. Patting the bed beside her, she indicates Jocelyn to join her as well.

"That would be a sight to--" Jocelyn began, before her eyes landed on Prism and her mind promptly went blank, replaced by images of that flawless, toned stomach and pearly skin. She felt a spike of warmth in her own stomach, one that travelled straight to her cheeks.

"Unf." she managed, her voice catching in an odd mix of a moan and an exhalation with her blush darkening even further, before looking away hurriedly, embarrassed and confused at what just happened. It didn't stop her from moving closer to Prism though, laying down on her own bed. Her eyes kept straying from Prism's face to her exposed, taut stomach, and she had to fight the urge just to stare at it for eternity and admire the beauty--

"A-anyway, it's good to have some time off to relax, right?" It doesn't take a psychiatrist to notice that the girl's voice is both lower than usual and completely distracted from what she's talking about.

Prism glances over to where Jocelyn's sitting on her own bed, apparently missing the invitation to sit next to her. She's turned bright red, a cute flush on her cheeks, and she's - grey eyes flash to where purple ones are fixed, before looking back towards her. Okay, she's definitely staring at her stomach.

...Time to stage an experiment.

Prism pantomimes a silent yawn again, shimmying down on the bed a bit in the guise of getting cozier. As a result, her shirt's shimmied up even more - the bottom of her rib cage now just peaking out the bottom of her shirt with it's tempting curving lines, all lithe muscle. Keeping a light gaze on Jocelyn, Prism gives her a lazy smile in response to her question. "Yeah, it's nice. Finished up homework last night, so rest of the weekend is free - I'll probably end up at the shooting range later today, or I dunno. Pop into town? Smoothies sound good. Hopefully rest of yours isn't too busy, yeah?"

Jocelyn's too lost in her own imaginative mind to even listen to Prism's question, that smooth movement catching her eye once more and dragging her deeper into the gutter. It wasn't easy to keep her breathing in check when she was presented with those flawless muscles, the attractive stomach being revealed more and more with each movement Prism made. This time, there was no hiding it--her eyes were glued to the slim body of the hummingbird faunus harder than Coco perved on women. Her mind could only think of how much she wanted to run her hands over that slender, pristine waist, sliding up--

"Huh? Y-yeah, I-I'm free for the r-rest of the d-day," she stammered, completely caught off guard and blushing so hard the heat from her face could have thawed an iceberg. Ohgod whatam Idoing whatishappeningtome...

Well, she's definitely not straight. That makes you feel mildly safer about coming out later on. Secondly, you should like - probably drag your shirt down. She's really staring. Like really. And is approximately the color of a tomato.

Prism reaches up to tug her shirt back down to her waist and to preferably break the spell of her - well, abs, she guesses - on her teammate. The faunus doesn't mention Jocelyn's blatant gaze, only clearing her throat instead and trying not to blush herself, which is fairly obviously failing from the light dusting of pink on her cheeks. "Huh, cool. You wanna go with me and grab said smoothies later? Can be my treat, and company's always appreciated." She offers a slightly awkward smile, but it's at least genuine, hopefully making the blushing medic feel a little less shameful.

As Prism pulls her shirt down, Jocelyn is snapped back to reality, the blush fading from her cheeks as she furrows her brow in confusion. Now that she was able to look at places that weren't called Prism's stomach, she noticed a similar shade of color on her own cheeks. Just what was going on?

"Yeah, sure! Just make sure that 'smoothie' isn't another energy drink, and give me a moment to change." There's a rustling sound as Jocelyn rummages through her closet of clothes, before disappearing into the bathroom to change.

When she emerges, it's like she transformed. Gone is the messy flow of hair down her back, tidied into a long ponytail. A beautiful, light pink dress adorns her body, subtly hinting at her natural curves and bringing out the best colors in both her hair and eyes. The day's been hot and so has she, so the dress is thin and loose, flowing with each gust of wind. To finish, she's put on a pair of (relatively short) high heels, further extending her height. 'How do I look, Prism?" Jocelyn asks, spinning on the spot to show her team leader.

As Jocelyn disappears into the bathroom, Prism goes over to the window of all things, undoing the latch and pushing it open. Might as well take the short way down - Jocelyn's not too heavy, especially not without her gear, so it should be manageable. The hummingbird faunus pokes her head out, checking for pedestrians below with her knee on the windowsill, but not before turning around to see -

Josie. Dress. Turning. Pretty?

Prism seems to temporarily malfunction as the light blush on her cheeks get significantly heavier, glancing over her once before returning to stare at her face. Her hair is up in a cute ponytail, and the dress well-compliments her eyes alongside the woman's pale skin tone. The cute pair of heels finishes it off, not as large as Prism's own 4-inches but still making her taller than beforehand. The dress is form-fitting but not too tight, leaving so much to the imagination -

Wait.

Fuck.

Imagination. Pull yourself out of your imagination. You're supposed to be answering a question, Prism. C'mon.

Prism temporarily coughs, snapping herself out of the haze."Y-you look good! It's a cute d-dress, glad to see I'm not the only one w-with a preference for heels. Uh, window, right - you want to take the short way down?" The team leader is babbling a tad, gesturing outside - desperately attempting to distract herself.

Jocelyn giggles, a soft and easy sound that's pleasing to the ear. "I'm glad you think so!" she replied, ignorant of the effect she had on the other girl. "Window? Oh, right--we can fly. Silly me!" she laughed, lightly bopping herself on the forehead in mock punishment. "Sure, let me refill Steam Flower with Kinetic Dust--or are you going to carry me like a bridesmaid?"